Watching the Michael Vick saga unfold over the past month has been a typically frustrating experience, as a woman, a person of color, and dog owner (or rather "pet guardian," as they insist upon in my oh-so PC hometown, San Francisco).
The entire nasty affair points to the ways in which any national "debate" – usually conducted by talking heads, lawyers, and a couple of celebrities on TV — on race or gender in popular culture ends up mired in arguments that can at best be described as absurd, and at worst, damaging.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we can’t seem to bring ourselves to talk about, say an important issue like racism unless there is a low-life like O. J. Simpson or Michael Vick facing charges for some reprehensible crime. Is this really the ideal context for a conversation that requires open minds, compassion, awareness, and a strong desire to do right?
Then again, this is the kind of foolishness that pays for a cultural critic’s supper. Here’s my critique of the race-related interpretations made directly or indirectly in support of Michael Vick. One, his case is yet another example of a racist white media "lynching" a young black man for sins that would be more easily forgiven – or at least, less stridently covered and condemned — in a white person. This version of the Vick defense was offered up by civil rights groups such as the NAACP.
Umm, I don’t think so. I can’t imagine PETA or any of the other animal rights groups being any less outraged if Tom Brady was involved. Whatever one’s reservations about their politics, we can safely say these folks have shown little love for privileged white folks. And yes, Americans in general love their dogs, and they wouldn’t be any less appalled at their torture just because the QB in question was white.
If there is anything racist about the response to Vick, it’s the lack of surprise, as though we simply don’t expect any better from a black man. If Tom Brady or Peyton Manning had been caught doing something similar, all of America would have been shocked, shocked, shocked. How could our golden white boy ever do something like this, and so on. It’s the difference between our reaction to an inner-city school shooting and Columbine.